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    WOW, great AAR. I have never seen one written in the for of a poem. Great job

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    The next evening we return to the city of tents and enter the "tavern tent." The bard has already begun, just finishing a bawdy tale of King Arshaks skirt chasing antics.

    The lady was breathless, but the King wanted more,
    He called to his courtier, "Boy, get me a whore."


    He had such and fun frolics,
    But randy alcoholics,
    Had no time for leisure,
    Still less for erotic pleasure.

    War was afoot,
    Promising glory and loot.
    The King was commander in chief,
    The war would not be brief.
    He struck quick and true,
    Before the enemy grew.
    Where to start the retribution,
    What would be his solution?

    His target was familiar, city revisited,
    Where to help friend, his father commited.
    Zadrakata's rebellious peasants,
    Would soon be Parni tenants.


    The governor was bald,
    Glad his city was walled.
    It meant he could hide,
    No sally was tried.
    An arrogent fool,
    He was lucky to rule.
    Thought Greeks were the best,
    This would be put to the test.


    The leader of the attackers,
    One of the Kings most loyal backers.
    Harasp was his name,
    A nomad of fame.


    The city was stormed, horses galloping down street,
    Defender tried to flee, cut down off their feet.
    The governor charged, a brave last defense,
    Against Parni nobleman, he stood not a chance.
    City surrendered into Harasp's hands,
    This time absorbed into the Kings lands.
    Son left in charge, Harasp he moved south,
    A man of action, not just all mouth.
    Apameia fell next, battle lopsided,
    When infantry and horse collided.
    Only one winner, defender did flee,
    Harasp cut them down, wooping with glee.

    Last Emperors army in the north-eastern lands,
    Phalanx and merc, an eclectic band.
    King wanted them out of his area of interest,
    Who would he trust to take up the test?
    Why a Saka leader,
    Named Ariyamehr.


    Despite his being outnumbered quite heavily,
    Ariyamehr moved his men forward quite steadily.
    Makedon general was target,
    The fool easy to hit.
    In no time at all the hellen was dead,
    Horsemen faced army without head.
    Around phalanx and peltast the nomads danced,
    Poor Greek foot soldiers stood nary a chance.


    Battle was won,
    Odds four to one.
    Ariyamehr was now a general trusted,
    Many a Greek head this day was busted.

    Now at this point my story I pause,
    But please don't start with the applause.
    I will return soon again and tell you some more,
    If you are wise you won't go through the door.
    If questions you have, I will answer in time,
    But my friends I insist, that you ask them in rhyme
    .

    As the bard descends the stage we whistle for the serving wench, hoping those dancing monkeys aren't going to make a return appearance.



    Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 
    I haven't had any interesting battles yet so didn't bother with battle shots, I intend to as I continue though. I will post a map with my next update.
    Last edited by johnhughthom; 02-01-2009 at 17:09.

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    Holy crap,
    What does the world map...look like?
    Likstrandens ormar som spyr blod och etter, Ni som blint trampar Draugs harg
    På knä I Eljudne mottag död mans dom, Mot död och helsvite, ert öde och pinoplats

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    After our short interlude,
    I'll tell you of a young dude.
    The second son the King had,
    A man by the name of Tirdad.


    He still loved life on horse,
    But could fight well, of course.
    Not yet famed in the lands,
    But many killed at his hand.
    Youth spent patrolling frontiers,
    Now not so young in years.
    Entrusted with many a soldier,
    He now would be bolder.
    Taking the fight to the Empire,
    With results for them quite dire.
    Attacked the town of Hekatompylos,
    Where Antiochus still was boss.
    Defended by many a spear,
    Who all cowered in fear.


    Ready for battle with proud face,
    Upon horse, wielding mace.
    At the front did he charge,
    An enemy much more large.
    Cut down like dummies,
    Defenders cried for their mummies.
    Tirdad took the town square,
    The battle was far from fair.


    All hellenes they had fallen,
    The women started bawling.
    Not one Dahae had died,
    All heard the men who then cried,
    "Please don't kill us, let us live in your favour,"
    Tirdad sold the cowards to a nomadic slave trader.
    The Empire was on the back foot,
    Was Antiochus an incompetent old coot?
    Would Arshak move forward and more horsemen send,
    Or would he look inward, and seek to defend?
    You now know the men I will sing of again,
    So I ask you don't leave, on your seat please remain.


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    According to Tirdads traits he should have 2 influence but he has none, can anyone see why?
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    It may be a while before this is updated. Two of my house rules are no adoptions and I have to have one FM in each city at all times, my FMs wives aren't having many kids so I am going to have to defend what I have for 10 or 12 years before I will have enough to expand. Damn those Sabestan Harem Girls...

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